Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.